Time Tablet

"It was so tight it could turn a man into a cream puff!"

"By the time it spat me out onto the streets of New York, my two nuts were exhausted like they'd fought for three days and nights."

"But it's okay. The moment I saw you guys, they were back at full health. You don't need to worry about my stamina!"

Deadpool patted his lower back.

Even the Spider-Men, who had been trying their best to keep a low profile, could not take it anymore.

"Who the hell cares about your stamina?!"

"I've had enough! Don't stop me—I'm going to stick this guy to the wall and wash his mouth out with disinfectant!"

"Wait, wait. So that tablet can travel between worlds, right? We can go back to our own worlds now!"

Holland Spider's words reminded every Spider-Man.

They silently exchanged looks, then, as if by agreement, turned their eyes toward Deadpool.

Deadpool braced one hand against the wall and waved the Time Tablet in his other. "Do you want to go home? Deadpool will always be at home, waiting to tuck every Little Peter into bed."

"All you need to do is give me each a..."

"Now!"

Before Deadpool could finish stating his terms, all the Little Spiders charged.

The five Spider-Men swung in on webs and attacked Deadpool from both sides, just as they had besieged Morlun earlier.

Deadpool's face changed drastically. He dodged left and right, then bolted in circles.

"No! It's my first time! You can't be this rough! You have to start with a gentle kiss!"

He kept making filthy remarks as he ran, ducking beneath several clumps of webbing before sliding between two Spider-Men to break through their encirclement.

Local Spider-Man's kick missed, and he could not help complaining, "You just said it